Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I bent down for some reason and became unable to straighten up again because of lower back pain. :-( I climbed into bed because it was the easiest thing to do (the bed was right there after all), and tried to arrange myself as comfortably as possible. This morning, I'm finding it really difficult to walk. :-( :-( So I'm trying to sit Really Still in my pretty-nice office chair, waiting for the painkillers to take effect about an hour from now (I just took them).

There's a pair of crutches on the ground floor, and they helped me get from the stair to the kitchen (I couldn't use them normally, because swinging them forward with my feet planted was enough to hurt badly, but I can slowly creep forward by moving each crutch in sync with the opposite foot. Egad, what a nuisance). They're counterproductive on the stairs, so I left 'em downstairs and am going to hope I just don't have to move much for a while.

It's going to make going to the Post Office later today Quite Interesting if the drugs aren't enough (and/or if just covering the pain isn't enough to let whatever went sproing fix itself). I have to mail a box of CDs to CD Baby

Man, I'm gonna have to find some stuff to *not* complain about here soon. (It's being that kind of month.)

For some reason the punch line of today's Rose Is Rose made me think of Thespian. For anyone not reading this the day I wrote it, try here.

Pad Brady tends to take sometimes-obvious cat observations and make them clever again, as does Brooke McEldowney who draws 9 Chickweed Lane

It just keeps getting better and better... Drugs made me a little bit
mobile, so I headed out to the nail salon and post office. My car abruptly
stopped working in the middle of Catonsville in the beginning of rush hour.
I had to push it into a parking space, trying to take tiny steps and not
push very hard, so as to not make my back worse. No idea how I'll solve this
one, but as long as I'm here I may as well get my nails done in case I'm
well enough to play sunday.

-- Glenn

Fixed the car, sort of. Suspect I turned a catastrophic failure into an
intermittent -- I'll find out the next time it fails.

-- Glenn